rockfotze

Oh man, I am such a fool. Last night I went out to the redback, an Australasian pub we all love. Where I happened to bump into a boy named Pete, whom I've had "relations" with a few times. I was told he'd gone back to Australia, by his (obnoxious, Johnny-Depp look-alike) mate who I ended up sleeping with. So, to see Pete there was shock, but the feelings I felt were even more surprising. After all, I recently told a friend that nothing would ever happen between us because I have no time or want for a relationship. So it was weird to feel all of this happiness and affection about some Aussie guy like this.

I lost him during the night, and before leaving, when I was trying to find him to say goodbye, I bumped into another one of his idiotic friends (whom I've never slept with, as he's a bit of a twat) and we ended up...making out. Oh how awkward and horrible of me. Luckily I managed to slip away, and even managed to find Pete, who didn't seem to know anything about it, as he told me I need to come stay the night with him again one of these days.

I feel like such a whore. But if I had to chose out of all of them, I would go for Pete. DAMN! What has that boy got over me?!

Cara